Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Pole,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.